So yeah... Things go like they always do with me concerning Valentine's day. First off, being single on that day sucks. Never had a good one. At work I had to deal with shitty people leaving fucked up tips and telling me what an awesome job I did. Fucked up section that didn't really get sat during the first of three rounds of rezzos. Next few days weren't much better.

Got a few friends that have decided to start treating me like crap for no reason that I can think of. My bag that I carry that had my headphones, charger for phone, book and house keys gets stolen.

Most of all of these is that my Grandmother dies Valentine's night while I'm at work... And I'm supposed to like this holiday why?